The Daily Boost #600

The tree of loving grows along the river of suffering

WEAVE ME THE SUNSHINE
Peter Yarrow

They say that the tree of loving, oh, shine on me again
They say it grows on the bank of the river of suffering
Shine on me again, so . . .

Chorus:
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again

Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again

If only I could heal your sorrow
Shine on me again
I'd help you to find your new tomorrow
Shine on me again 

[Chorus]

I've seen the steel and the concrete crumble
Shine on me again
The proud and the mighty all have stumbled
Shine on me again now

[Chorus]

Only you can climb the mountain
Shine on me again
If you want to drink from the golden fountain
Shine on me again

[Chorus]

(My thanks to Peter Yarrow and friends, via Jewish General Hospital.)

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